PROLOGUE
HOW WE FIRST MET
This is a true Adult story.
I first met my wife ( common law wife), Sharron, when I was living in Spain in 2005. I had a large one bedroom ground floor apartment, which was situated next to a pine forest located on a well know urbanisation called San Luis. The urbanisation is on the outskirts of Torrevieja. A large, sprawling coastal town some thirty minutes drive south of Alicante airport.
I had just finished with another girlfriend, Rose, who lived nearby. And one evening I was at a loss of what to do, so after browsing the web, I placed an advertisement on a dating website. My profile read:
‘Steve. 45. Slim. Tanned. Long Hair. Considerate. Caring and ~Romantic. I live on the Costa Blanca in Spain. I’m looking for a lady without ties, who would like to join me in the sun for friendship and lots of fun. Swimming, walks, nudist beaches ( for an all over tan), restaurants, clubs, parties, exploring old towns and villages and so much more.’
With the profile I attached a few photos. Ones which had recently been taken of me at a restaurant, but with Rose cut out. The photos clearly showed my deep blue eyes and my golden brown hair, and deep tan.
By the same time, the following day, I’d received several emails in the dating website email box. One was from a lady living in the Extramadura region of Spain. Several hours drive away. All the other were from women living in England. All but one had family commitments in England and preferred to be based in the UK, going to Spain only for holidays. One however was from a lady called Sharron. Unlike the other emails, hers did not have a photo attached. Her own profile simply read:
‘Sharron. 42. Bubbly fun loving personality. Beautiful build woman. Divorced. Looking for a fun loving man. Peterborough area.’
And her email to me read:
‘Hi, I love your profile and your photo’s. I’m staying in Barcelona next week on a short holiday on my own. I’d love to chat with you . What’s your telephone number? Sharron.’
Hers sounded the most interesting response. She’d left the question mark of living in Spain
well open for discussion. I emailed her back a short reply giving her my landline phone number and private email address.
For the next few days we bounced emails off each other, telling each other of our own lives and homes. She’d asked me if I could meet her in Barcelona the following week. But I had to decline because I had a lot of work commitments. Barcelona would have been about an eleven hour drive away.
Nevertheless, the following week, when she was on holiday in Barcelona we called each other every day. Some days we would be talking on the telephone for two hours. We got on very well and I found that she was easy to talk to on a wide range of subjects. She had an exciting bubbly personality. And she referred to her build as big and beautiful. In reality I still didn’t have a clue as to how she looked. Raven hair and brown eyes were the only other indication at that time.
On her last day in Barcelona she’d told me that she would love to come over to Spain to see me sometime very soon, and I’d replied that I too would love to meet her. We continued to email and call each other daily. She had only returned to England for a few days when a few evenings later she telephoned me to tell me that she had booked a flight to Alicante for the following Friday, returning the following Monday. A long weekend! That was on a Wednesday evening, giving me two days notice. I panicked, but said, “ Great, I’m looking forward to seeing you”.
I spring cleaned the apartment, and a friend provided me with a one bedroom bungalow at a cheap rent for the weekend. The bungalow was only a five minute drive from my apartment. The idea was that she could use the bungalow and I’d sleep in my own apartment, in the evenings.
The flight details she’d given me were for two o’clock Friday afternoon, Alicante airport.
Friday 2pm
The weather was warm and sunny and felt dry. The arrivals lounge felt comfortable and refreshing and cool. Lots of people were waiting for friends, family and business colleagues and holiday makers to disembark from several flights that had docked and were unloading. The place smelt of coffee and sun tan lotion. Women wearing summer dresses and guys wearing t-shirts and shorts, just like I was. Several people were already walking towards the arrival lounge doors, pulling their suitcases behind them, and others pushing luggage trolleys packed high with bags and cases. Families greeting each other with hugs and kisses. Others greeting with handshakes. Lots of people were now entering the arrivals lounge. I felt nervous. I still had no idea of what Sharron looked like. I double checked the flight arrival information board. It confirmed that her flight had indeed arrived and its occupants were disembarking. I stood close to the arrival room doors,
watching out for any ladies on their own. Moments later, I spotted a large woman with raven hair looking at me. A smile developed on her face and then she gave me a wave and carried on moving towards me, pulling a suitcase on wheels behind her. She was indeed, large. Everything about her was big. Arms, bosoms, buttocks and legs – all big. As she approached me I smiled and kissed her on both her rosy cheeks. She was quite pretty and smelt of an expensive fragrance. Her eyes were dark brown and her hair raven and cut to just below her blouse collar. Her skin was pale, smooth and unblemished. She was the same height as me, about five foot six. She was a big woman. A big and beautiful woman. BBW for short. I’d never been with a big woman before, all of my previous partners had been slim. I took hold of her case and guided her to where I’d parked the car. It was always easy to talk to her. In many respects we had a lot in common. We chatted non-stop all the way back to Torrevieja. Family, work, Spain and lots of varying subjects.
After unloading her case into the bungalow, we had a cold drink and then I drove her around the urbanisation. I showed her my own apartment, the local commercial centres, the town, marina. We stopped and had a drink in a quaint restaurant with a view across the harbour. In complete conversation all the time.
Later we returned to the bungalow, and I waited whilst she showered and changed and got herself ready for the evening. After we went to my apartment, and whilst I showered and changed she checked her emails on my computer.
I took her to a local Chinese restaurant where we had a table in the corner and ate a delicious selection of dishes. We had so much to talk about. After a couple of bottles of red wine we found ourselves very relaxed in each others company. She told me that she’d had only a couple of partners in the past. Both had ended in divorce. I’d only skimmed over a few previous partners. It didn’t feel the right time to tell her of just how many partners I’ve had. It could come across as very sluttish. As the evening developed she cocked her head to one side and said, “ I’ve had the snip so it’s safe for me to have unprotected sex”.
I was a little taken aback with that comment. It had come out of the blue. I wasn’t sure how to reply, so I left it at that. We’d sat in the restaurant deep in conversation, and the time seemed to fly by. It had gone past eleven.
“What would you like to do now?” I asked her as I paid the bill. “ Go to one of the bars for a drink or back to the bungalow?”
“ Is there a bottle of wine at the bungalow?”
“ Yes, several in the fridge”, I replied.
“ I’d love to go back there and chat with you on the terrace”.
So that’s what we did. It was a lovely evening. The air was cool, pleasant with a fragrance of vanilla from the plants crawling on the arched terrace wall. The bungalow’s garden was private. A tall wall surrounded the garden. Pelargonuims were planted along the base of the wall, giving a cool pink colour between the dark green leaves. Rhodedendrons trailed over the top of the wall. We sat on the cool, grey marble steps of the terrace, with a light left on in the lounge which gave just enough of a low yellowish glow for us to see everything. Crickets scratched in the background. We talked in low voices, a cold glass of wine for Sharron and a cold glass of water for me, sat either side of us. I could tell that Sharron loved it with me. We sat close together. She smelt wonderful. As soon as I put my arm around her she turned her face to look me in my eyes. And slowly our lips met. Warm and moist, our tongues probing each other. With my other hand I stroked the back of her head, gently pushing her harder onto me face. A slight purring sound came from her throat. When I moved to nibble at her earlobe, she let out a faint gasp. Her hand moving to stroke my bare legs. When she felt my hand on her bosom, I felt her nipple harden. Her body shuddered and she whispered into my ear, “ Shall we go into the bedroom”. Without saying a word I helped her onto her feet, picked up both our glasses of unfinished drink, and led her inside, closing and locking the front door behind me.
We went straight into the bedroom and stood in front of each other, kissing and cuddly. Slowly I helped her remove all of her clothes. She was trembling slightly when I gently unclipped her bra and removed that from her body. She lifted each of her arms to help. Then her black lace knickers. I crouched down and gently pulled them from her, with her lifting each foot in turn so that I could ease the legs of her knickers from her. I sat her on the bed and she watched me, her eyes fixed on to my body, as I undressed and momentarily stood before her naked. I laid her on her back on the bed and lent over the side to kiss her on her lips. Our tongues probing and searching each others eager mouths. Exploring, tasting. I moved my right hand onto her bosom, gently pinching and kneading her nipple, which hardened to my touch. And then I moved to her other nipple as I continued to kiss her. When I pulled away from her and started to kiss her neck and earlobe, she shuddered and gasped, opening her legs a little. I felt her hand take hold of my erect penis and gently she rubbed it up and down. Slowly I moved my mouth down from her neck and onto one of her bosoms, taking a hard nipple between my teeth. Lightly biting it. She moaned in pleasure again and rubbed me a little harder. Her body smelt of fragrance. Then I moved my mouth from her bosom and slowly down her stomach. I pulled my penis away from her hand so that I could move to a crouch between her opened legs as I moved me head down her body and onto her sex. I parted her
legs, wide apart, so that I could get easy access to her moistness. She smelt lovely. Musky and sexy. And when I darted my tongue onto her bud her body trembled and she gasped out loud, “ Oh God , Oh that’s so nice, no one’s done that to me before, Oh that’s so sexy”
I continued to lick and probe her sex for some time. With one finger I caressed her bud, bringing her close to a climax, but teasingly holding her back. “ Fuck me”, she pleaded.
“ Not yet”, I whispered back. “ Play with your nipples. I want to see you pull and pinch them”.
And it wasn’t long before she pleaded again, “ Please , fuck me now , quickly”.
When her breathing changed and her back arched and she let out a loud moan from deep in her throat, I sensed she was just about to climax. She lifted her head as her body trembled with an orgasm. I felt her vaginal muscles twitch on my tongue as she came. Her neck had reddened. I carried on licking her, tasting her cum. A little of it trickled from her but I licked it up and swallowed it. A musky sweet taste. “ Fuck me, please, don’t tease me, fuck me please”, she pleaded.
Mounting her quickly I held both her legs very wide apart with my hands and thrust into her with a deep and forceful penetration. My balls slapped against her bottom every time I fully impaled her. She felt so moist and warm inside. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I would climax, When I grabbed both her bosoms, she screamed out. “ God, yes, yes, yes, I’m cumming again, harder” and we both, almost simultaneously climaxed together our bodies trembling and twitching. I could feel her vaginal muscles tightening around my erect penis. It felt so sensual that she kept me hard, willing me to carry on, which I did. Keeping a rapid and hard momentum. Her head moved from side to side in ecstasy. Beads of perspiration had formed on both our foreheads. The bedroom smelt of sex. She screamed as she orgasmed again. I kept thrusting in and out of her wet pussy for several moments, working myself up into a crescendo as I came, jerking on top of her, filling her pussy with more cum.
Gradually our bodies settled and I slipped from her, moving down to place my head between her legs once more, licking and probing her hot sex with my tongue. She tasted both sweet and salty. Our combined juices seeping from her and running down the cleft of her bottom. A small wet patch developed under her bottom in the shape of a butterfly. “ Oh God, oh that’s so nice, your good at that, I’ve never been licked like that down there before, I think you’re going to make me cum again”
“ Tell me when you’re close to cumming again” I whispered.
And I spread her legs wide again and slipped two of my fingers inside her. “ Oooh, oooh , yes . yes ooh” she gasped in short breaths. “ Play with your nipples”, I whispered. And she did so willingly.
HOW I INTRODUCED MY WIFE TO SWINGING. PROLOGUE (How We Met) Explicit. Stephen B Else
I licked and tickled her clitoris with my tongue whilst finger fucking her with tow of my fingers.
When I slipped a third finger into her she pleaded, “ fuck me now I’m close to cumming”
I quickly freed myself from her and moved to her side. With one hand behind her head I moved her close to my erect cock, guiding it into her mouth. At first she was a little clumsy but soon got the hang of sucking me. taking the full length of my penis into her mouth. Leaning over I slipped three of my fingers back inside her, my thumb gently caressing her clitoris. The movements of my thumb and fingers soon brought her to another orgasm. Her cries were muffled as her lips were tightly closed around my penis. She tried to close her legs, but I moved them wide apart with my other hand. One of her hands tried to brush my hand away from her sensitive sex. But instead I brushed hers away and kept three fingers deeply penetrated inside her. I could feel myself on the verge of a climax and only then did I slip my fingers from her sex and hold her head with both my hands, making sure that she couldn’t pull away from me . “ Oh I’m cumming, here it comes oh yes”, and my buttocks and thighs trembled as I came into her mouth. Her lips held on tightly to me and her throat moved as she swallowed my cum.
It wasn’t long after that, that we both fell into a deep sleep, side by side.
Saturday Morning.
Beside me Sharron murmured softly in her sleep, and I felt the warmth of her neck against my stomach, the line of her spine beneath her pale skin like a stone path blanketed by new fallen snow. I raised myself gently to look at her face. Strands of her raven hair had caught between her lips, and carefully, I brushed them away. She smiled, her eyes still closed, and her fingers softly grazed my thigh. I kissed her gently behind the ear and she leaned her head into the pillow, exposing her neck to me as I followed its lines down to her shoulder and the small hollow at her throat. Her body arched as she pressed herself against me, and all other thoughts were lost in sunlight and birdsong.
We made love again. Slowly, sensuously this time. Not hard and lustful, but with a passion, wanting to pleasure each other and watch each other at the height of climax.
After we laid together for a while, letting our bodies settle.
“ Come on”, I said, “ Let’s get up now, and get showered and changed. I’ll take you somewhere special today”.
Whilst Sharron got herself ready I made us each a coffee and I put a couple of large beach towels in the boot of the car. As we drove she said, “ Where are you taking me then?”
“ To a small village called Guadalest. It’s a beautiful mountain village about one hours drive inland from Benidorm. We should arrive there for lunch”.
It was a glorious day. Clear blue sky and very warm. Sharron was fascinated with the
scenery as I drove up along the winding mountain roads that lead to Guadalest. Sheer drops down to terraced land supporting orange, lemon and almond trees, other land supported fig trees, and olive trees. In the distance the plastic sheet covers over nespero trees covered acres and acres of ground. Small white washed houses nestled high up in the mountains and tiny villages wormed their was in valleys down below. Sharron hardy said anything on the journey, she was too mesmerized in observing the breathtaking scenery.
I pulled into the main car park on one side of the village. We were very high up and the air felt slightly cooler when we stepped out of the car. Just beyond the car park the land fell away to a huge drop. Way down below us the deep blue and green colour of a reservoir glistened in the sunlight. All around it jagged mountains towered above. Quite a few people had already descended onto the village. It’s a well know tourist trap. Daily coach trips arrive from Benidorm and Torrevieja. The village centre is only a five minute walk from the car park. It’s a typical rustic Spanish village. A square with tall trees shading seats on which sit older people chatting and drinking wine. The narrow streets contain an assortment of shops. Restaurants, cafes, a tobacconist, bodega, pottery and a couple of leather goods shops. Sharron loved browsing in the leather shops. Top quality leather goods, including shoes, briefcases, handbags, shoulder bags, bum bags, purses, wallets and much more. People sat under umbrellas with drinks. The old properties display flower boxes in their small iron ballustraded terraces. The air smelt of leather one moment and garlic chicken the next. Slowly I led her down the narrow cobbled street to a restaurant that sat on the edge of a mountain. From our table the views were truly spectacular. In the far, hazy distance, we could see the deep blue of the Mediterranean sea. In between were miles of terraced land and tiny villages. Little houses dotted over the landscape. Sharron fell in love with the area. We ate a delicious lunch starting with a tuna salad, followed by Spanish roast chicken, roasted with herbs and garlic in the best olive oil, thin sliced roast potatoes and vegetables, followed by postré – chocolate ice cream with a chocolate cherry cake, all washed down with a sweet white wine for Sharron and water for me, as I don’t drink alcohol.
After lunch we browsed round the shops for a while. It was mid-afternoon when we left Guadalest.
Earlier in the day Sharron had commented on my all over tan. “ You’re body looks really healthy”, she said. “ How do you get a tan all over”, she added, with a cheeky smile.
“ Nudist beach”, I replied.
“ I’ve never been to one of those, I’d be too embarrassed”.
“ You shouldn’t be. All sorts of people go to the nudist beaches here. All ages, all colours
and all shapes and sizes”.
As we travelled down the winding mountain roads with the front windows open, we could smell the sweet fragrance of orange and lemon trees as we whizzed past them. “ Where are we going?” Sharron asked.
“ Well, in the boot I put two large beach towels. It’s still hot outside so I though we could go to a nudist beach so you can see what it’s like. You’ll see there’s nothing to worry about”.
“ Where is it?”
“ It’s just outside Altea. In actual fact its known as a gay nudist beach. So you’ll be fine. Any guys there won’t be looking at you, but they’ll probably look at me. The beach is called Mascarat”.
She giggled, “ OK fine”.
I stopped at a small supermarket that sits just off the N332 coastal road, and it’s beside the road that leads down to the nudist beach. I nipped out from the car to buy a couple of bottles of iced water. It can get very warm on the beach.
“ This looks lovely”, Sharron gasped as I parked the car close to the waters edge. A dirt track leads to the nudist beach. It’s best to walk along it as in patches there are deep pot holes. I grabbed the two bath towels and placed the bottles of iced water into a plastic carry bag, and led Sharron to a quiet spot. It was about four in the afternoon. A few people were already on the beach, naked, sunbathing. A couple swam in the crystal clear water.
I unfolded the bath towels on a soft spot, a metre from the sea and undressed. Sharron did likewise. She peered around to see if anyone was watching. But no one was. Directly behind us a sandstone cliff towered high above us. Sparkling as the sun caught it. A deep orange colour. A light refreshing breeze made the air comfortable. I’d bought a tube of high factor sun lotion for her.
“ Come on, lay on your front and I’ll rub some of this lotion on you. You have to be careful as the sun is hot and you could burn easily”.
She did so. I applied the lotion first to her arms, gently rubbing it into her skin, starting at her wrists and working up to her shoulder, and then the same to her other hand. She gave a moan of pleasure as I worked more lotion into her shoulders, around her neck and slowly over her back, and into each of her buttocks. Then I started on each leg, from her ankle and up to her thighs. Gently I parted her legs so that I could rub lotion into the insides of her thighs, My fingers teasingly touching her sex. “ That’s naughty”, she whispered. She shivered when she felt my finger slide into her. I turned her over and repeated the same to the front of her body. Not forgetting to slowly caress her hardened nipples at the same time. “ You’re naughty”, she said.
A couple of younger guys walked past us, smiling and greeting us, “ Buenos tardes”.
“ Buenos tardes”, I replied. And they continued further along the beach before sitting down.
We paddled and sat on a rock a few metres into the sea, letting the cool and refreshing salty water swirl around our middles. Time flew past. Sharron’s skin began to go a pink colour. It was time to go. It would take us two hours to drive back to Torrevieja. The roads were very busy.
We went back to the bungalow and like the previous evening I waited whilst Sharron showered and changed and got herself ready. After we went to my apartment and whilst I showered and changed, she checked her emails.
I was in the process of renovating the bedroom in my apartment, and because of this it wasn’t possible for her to stay at my place.
That evening, I drove her into the town where we ate another Chinese mean in a well known restaurant in the town centre. This restaurant had a different menu to the one we went to the previous evening. They prepared Thai dishes as well as some Japanese dishes.
After, we strolled hand in hand along the sea front watching the boats in the harbour and browsing along the night time market stalls, many of which sold Moroccan ware. The town was very busy. The time, once again, flew by. Before we knew it, it was eleven thirty.
“ What would you like to do now? Go for a drink in the town, or go back to the urbanisation?”
“ Is there wine in the bungalow?”
“ Yes, do you want to go back there?”
“ Yes, I loved sitting out on the terrace last night. Can we do the same tonight?”
“ Sure”, I replied, and we made our way back to the car.
We sat on the terrace for an hour or so, chatting and getting to know each other more deeply.
“ I loved today, thank you so much”, she said in a low voice. “ I loved Guadalest and the mountain restaurant. I’ve never seen views like that”.
“ And what about the nudist beach?” I added
“ Oh yes, that too. My skin feels so much better already. I didn’t feel embarrassed at all “.
“ Well tomorrow afternoon I’ll take you to the nudist beach near to Torrevieja – at La Marina”.
“ What do you have planned for the morning?”
“ I think you’ll like the market at Quesada. I was thinking of taking you there in the morning, then come back here for lunch, then the nudist beach in the afternoon and an Indian meal
in the evening”.
“That all sounds great, I’m looking forward to it”.
Soon after we went to bed ripping each others clothes off before we even reached the bedroom. Sharron giggling and playful. She kept grabbing at me and kissing me, smothering my mouth while we both groped each other. She was trying to grab my erect penis and I was trying to stick two of my fingers inside her. We were getting in each others way, wildly laughing and gasping, bumping our noses together.
When we were both completely naked she came to me and seized my shoulder with one hand and fell backwards, pulling me with her, spreading her knees and lifting them high, with her other hand groping for me a she fell backwards onto the bed, pulling me on top of her.
“ FUCK ME BIG BOY”. She called out. “ I want to scream”
“ Scream”, I encouraged her as I plunged and rocked and thrust above her . “ There is no one here. Scream for the both of us”.
And she opened her mouth wide and gave vent to all her loneliness and wanting and incredulous joy in a rising crescendo that I joined in at the end, roaring wildly with her in the most complete and devastating moment of her existence.
We let our bodies settle, laying on our backs side by side cuddling. A little later we made love again but this time slowly and passionately. Enjoying each others bodies in an unhurried and sensual way. Savouring the taste of each other and watching each other as we climaxed.
Sunday Morning
We were up and awake quite early. As Sharron showered I made us each a coffee. We’d need to leave by nine thirty in order to find a parking space at the market. By ten in the morning it would become jam packet. It’s only a fifteen minute drive away, and situated close to the urbanisation called Cuidad Quesada.
It was another warm day. A glorious deep blue sky. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of orange blossom. Orange and lemon groves were planted all the way up to Quesada.
Sharron loved the market. It was already busy when we arrived. The hustle and bustle of people bartering with stall holders. All the different smells. One moment leather another moment fabrics then olives and pickles, incense sticks, roast chicken, paella, fruit – oranges, lemons, melons, grapefruit, sweets, coffee, beer. We sat down under the awning of a German food stall, and each ate a large bratwurst in a roll with mustard, followed by coffees. Sharron bought some herbs from a herb stall. “ My mum will love these. She can’t get them in England”
Before leaving the market I bought a whole roast chicken and a tub of chips. The chicken smells absolutely delicious. The Spanish grill them with herbs and garlic soaked into the skin. On the way back I stopped at a local convenience store where they bake fresh rolls and French sticks. The bread was still warm when we arrived back at the bungalow.
After we’d eaten and cleared up, we sat on the sofa. “ It’s very warm”, Sharron gasped. I put the overhead fan on, which helped to cool the room. “ Mmm, the best thing to do is to take your clothes off if your really hot”. I suggested, helping her to remove her blouse, then her skirt, shoes and underwear. “ That’s better isn’t it?”
“ Yes, naughty boy, what about your clothes though?”
“ Sit down on the sofa”, I said.
I removed my own clothes and knelt down in between her legs.
“ Now for sweet”, I teased, spreading her legs as wide as I could with my hands, and pulling her bottom to the edge of the sofa and making her lean back.
“ Play with those hard nipples”, I whispered, just before I started to lick and probe her sex with my tongue.
“ Oh, that’s really naughty”, she gasped.
Her labia was pink and moist. She only had a few wisps of ginger pubic hair. Her lips began to part the more I licked and gradually began to pout. “Your very moist, I think you’re feeling very sexy aren’t you?”
“ Mmm, yes , are you going to fuck me now?”
“ No, not yet”, I replied and continued to lick and probe her sex with my tongue. Gently I caresses her bud with a finger. “ Oh, yes , fuck me , please”
“ No, not yet” and I continued, this time sliding in two fingers, fucking her gently. Her essence made them glisten. She moaned out loud and tried to sit up but she fell back as soon as she felt my third finger slide into her, and moaned out aloud again pleading with me to fuck her. She was really wet and her fanny expanded so that three fingers slid in and out of her with ease. Then I slipped a further finger into her and quenched my thumb into the palm of my hand so that I could fuck her with all four fingers right up to my knuckles. She was pushing against my hand each time I thrust into her, and was becoming more and more aroused. Her neck had reddened. I was beginning to learn that each time her neck reddened she was close to a climax.
“ Tell me when you’re near to cumming?”
“ Soon, oh God, fuck me please, you’re teasing me, please”
“ No, not yet”, and I pushed my hand a little harder and my knuckles disappeared into her
widened pussy , and she let out a low scream. “ Ooooh, I’m going to cum, fuck me, please”
I withdrew my hand from her. It was glistening with her juices and smelt of pussy.
“ Fuck me now”, she pleaded.
“ No not yet, stand up”
She looked at me with her head cocked to one side and about to ask a question, then she must have thought better of it and stood up. I pulled her gently away form the sofa so that I could sit down on the edge of the sofa. She was about to turn round to face me when I said, “ Don’t turn round, keep your back to me”
With one hand I gently applied pressure to her back saying softly, “ Bend over, right over, and spread your legs, that’s it, good girl”
What a lovely view I had of her buttocks, bottom and pussy. Her legs were wide apart making her pussy pout out behind her. She was very wet. I gently stroked the insides of her thighs, moving my hands up to her sex , and slipped two fingers inside her causing her to gasp again and tremble slightly. “ Part your buttocks with both your hands, I want to see your bum”. She hesitated and slowly she did as she was told. Placing each of her hands onto her buttocks pulling them apart for me. Her little pink rim stared at me. whilst I fucked her forcefully with two fingers I moved my head to her bottom and began to lick her pink rim. She moaned out load. “ Oh god, Oh, Oh, yes, yes yes, oooh ooooh yeeeeees “.She gasped as her body shuddered and she climaxed. I felt her vaginal muscles tighten around my fingers and then a warmth as her essence seeped from her. She was about to move. “ No stay exactly as you are”, I said moving my face to her pussy to lick and probe it lapping up her sexy juices. Yum, yum. “ That’s nice”, I whispered.
“ Now for a nice surprise”, I said as I got up from the sofa. “ Turn round and bend over using the sofa to rest your hands on”
“ Why what are you going to do?”
“ You’ll see”, she did so and gently I moved her legs wide apart. Standing directly behind her my cock was the same height as her pouting and moist pussy. Grabbing her by her ample waist I rammed into her in a very forceful thrust. She screamed and her large boobs moved up and down with each thrust into her and each withdrawal. She was screaming and making a lot of noise. I continued to thrust in and out of her. My balls slapping against her flesh with each deep penetration. She felt so warm and so wet. I could smell the sweetness of her sex. Playfully I slapped her buttock.
We both came almost together. Oblivious to everything except our bodies locked together in ecstasy. Trembling in spasms of pleasure. My penis twitching and pumping my cum into her. For several moments we stood locked together, savouring our senses.
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After our bodies had settled we showered together. Sharron was giggling, as it was a tight squeeze in the tiny bathroom, which really was only meant for one person. But we had a great deal of fun soaping each of our bodies and scrubbing them clean.
It was about three o’clock when we left for the nudist beach at La Marina. We took with us a blue coolbox which contained iced water and fruit juice. And in another bag two large beach towels.
For those who don’t know where the nudist beach is, the turning of the road leading into La Marina can be tricky to find. It isn’t far after turning off the main N332 road from Torrevieja. You come to a themed camping site on your right. The tuning is just before it. A narrow road leads through tall pine trees, which form woods to either side of the road. Towards the bottom you come to a car park on your left, and if you continue down all the way, then you come to two more car parks, one again on the left and one on the right.
There are two paths to the beach. Straight down leads to a normal beach, and a wooden beach bar. The path to the right leads to the nudist beach. It’s clearly marked on ayuntamiento (town hall) signs. Playa Nudista. It’s a family nudist beach. On warm days the beach is packed with families. Children, babies, girls, boys, women and men. All nationalities, shapes and sizes. It’s a bit of a walk and the sand makes the going a little difficult.
We laid our towels out, undressed and sat down. Again Sharron peered around, and the she became visibly settled when she realized no one was interested in staring. There were numerous other large built people also sitting, walking and bathing in the sea. She was no different. I rubbed more sun lotion onto her skin, but not sexily like the previous afternoon. This wasn’t the place for that.
After a while she asked me. “ Quite a few men I’ve seen walking in and out of the dunes behind us. Where are they going?”
“ Well further in the dunes and amongst the pine trees, there are numerous wooded copses where gay activities take place”.
“ How do you know?” Sharron asks me sitting up and cocking her head to one side, with a smile.
“ Because once before I walked in there and saw two guys, one sucking the other, and there’s lots of discarded condoms and torn condom packets”.
“ Oh”, she gasped looking back over toward the dunes.
“ Do you think couples go in there for fun?”
“ Probably”, I replied. I didn’t want to tell her at this stage that I knew a couple, in their late fifties, who regularly went in the dunes looking for fun. Last time ‘Gene’ had been in there, her
husband watched her shag eight different strangers. She was a nymphomaniac and ‘Ron’ her husband couldn’t keep up with her demands. Often ‘ Ron’ would call me, usually in the mornings. “ Steve, can you come over and sort Gene out. She’s screaming for more, and I’m just about finished”.
We stayed on the beach until just after five, and then we left, making our way back to the car.
We arrived back at the bungalow around a quarter to six. Our routine repeated. Sharron showered and changed, the we went to my place and she checked her emails whilst I showered and changed. Then I quickly checked my own emails, before we left to go to a local Indian restaurant. It was already eight o’clock. The weekend was almost over.
After we’d finished our meal we went to Elena’s bar/restaurant, which is a Spanish bar situated in La Siesta. Five minutes drive from the bungalow. Sunday night was flamenco night. We stayed there for a couple of hours before returning to the bungalow. The afternoon heat from the sun had made us quite tired.
As soon as we got in, we undressed each other and went to bed. We slowly made love, sensuously but without the rapid and lustful movements of before. We were both tired and Sharron had to catch a flight back to England the next day. After we had both climaxed we fell asleep within minutes.
Monday morning
We woke up together around nine o’clock. Sharron had her back to me and her legs pulled up. I had an arm over her body and my stomach and chest was tight against her. My crotch rested against her buttocks. I was already hard. She could feel me touching the moist lips of her sex. I moved my hand, and as soon as I touched her breast, I felt her nipple harden to my touch. She released a faint moan, arching her back and pushing her bottom onto me. Wanting me to penetrate her. “ Mmm, oh yes, you’ve woken up very horny”, she whispered. “ Fuck me, go on, fuck me”.
“ Not yet, play with your pussy, I want to watch you”.
She turned over onto her back, and as she did so, I pulled away the sheet and watched her open her legs wide, and staring at me, she moved her hand down between her thighs and began to caress her clitoris in a gentle , circular motion. I moved and knelt in between her legs , watching her closely as I gently rubbed myself, keeping my erection very hard.
“ Fuck me, please, fuck me, don’t tease me”, she pleaded ever so nicely.
“ No not yet, I want to watch you make yourself cum”
Her finger moved slowly at first, and then she dipped the tip of it inside herself, gasped and continued to caress her bud in a gentle circular motion. All the time looking at me as she did so. Her eyes a little glazed. “ Use your other hand to play with those hard nipples”, I instructed softly.
“ Oh, oooh , fuck me,, I need it”.
“ No I want to watch you make yourself cum”
“ Oh, yes, oh, yes, and then I’ll watch you make yourself cum”.
I moved a little closer to her sex. It was becoming a lot more moist and swollen. It smelt lovely. Musky and sweet and very sexy. I wanted to move my fact onto her and thrust my tongue in her glorious hole, but I refrained from doing so. Taking please in watching her closely pleasure herself.
“ You’ve never masturbated yourself in front of a partner before have you?” I asked in a teasing whisper.
“ N, no, oh, I think I’m cumming, oh, yes”.
“ Then slip at least two of your fingers inside yourself and fuck yourself harder, move your other hand to caress that clitty of yours and stick two or three fingers in your fanny”.
She did as I instructed and came almost immediately in a loud scream. Her head moved from side to side. Her eyes were closed and her neck darkened a deep red.
“ Oh that was naughty you watching me do that, It’s your turn now”, she gasped.
I climbed over her and straddled her just below her huge bosoms, a leg either side of her body. She moved her head up onto the pillow so that she could get a better view of me as I furiously rubbed myself up and down. My erect cock pointing at her face, its tip had gone a crimson colour. She moved her hands and began to stroke my buttocks. The fingers of one of her hands ran down the cleft of my bum, finding my rim. Gently she applied pressure and when I felt her fingertip enter me, I climaxed almost immediately. I lent over her, with one hand supporting myself on the bed and my other still rubbing myself as I ejaculated a spray of cum all over her face and neck. She flinched, but she was held down by the weight of my body on top of her. Smiling she said, “ I wasn’t expecting that”. Cum was all over her face and neck and running down in lines either side of her neck and onto the pillow. A little cum had landed on her closed lips. Teasingly she stared at me, and parted her lips, and ran her tongue around them, licking it up into her mouth. “ Yum, that tasted nice”, she murmured.
We laid together for a while longer.
“ Come on, we’d better get showered, your flights at two this afternoon.”
“ What time is it?”
“ Ten already”, I said getting out of bed.
She looked a little sad to be going.
“ I’ve had a wonderful time Steve”.
“ So have I”, I replied. “ I have enjoyed your company tremendously”.
We had a cooked breakfast at the ‘Washington’ bar, and after there was enough time for me to show Sharron around ‘Carrefour’ and the ‘Habaneras’ shopping centre close to the town centre.
We arrived at Alicante airport one hour before, and I remained with her until she’d checked in, and a little longer until she had to leave for the departure lounge. I hugged her and kissed her. And we promised each other that we’d telephone and email each other every day.
“ I have really loved our time together. I don’t want it to stop”.
“ Nor do I”, I said. “ I want to be with you”.
We kissed each other once more, and then she had to leave. We waved each other goodbye until she’d passed through the metal detector arches and disappeared out of sight.
Later that evening she telephones me to tell me that she had arrived safely.
“ Steve, I really loved our time together. I want to be with you, do you feel the same?”.
“ Of course I do, I’d love to have you living with me”.
“ Well I’ve decided what to do. What I’m going to do in the morning is hand one months notice into my employer, Pearl Assurance, then also a one months notice to my landlord. I’m going to sell everything in my house, except for my personal things. Clear out old clothes and nic-nacs and sell them at boot fares. And lastly sell my ‘spider’ sports car and buy a Ford Mondeo estate car. I’ll be with you sometime next month!”.
“ That’s great, and what I’ll do my end is complete the renovation of the bedroom, utility room and second bathroom, and get a few things for you. A new king size bed, dressing table, wardrobe etc”.
Everyday we emailed and took turns in telephoning each other. She’d update me on what she’d sold and how much money she got, and I’d update her on what renovation work had been completed. The apartment was ready two weeks later and a few days after that I’d taken delivery of a new bed, dressing table and a wardrobe.
Within a month Sharron came over, to stay. I had two computers, both connected to the internet, two computer desks, two swivel office chairs. A computer each!.
She spent the first couple of weeks putting her own feel into the apartment. Photos, pictures,
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curtains. And gradually she started her own business selling handbags, purses, shoes and clothes on e-bay. We’d built up a link with a Nigerian team who were making very high quality fake Luis Vitton handbags and accessories. What we paid them, allowed us to make an easy one hundred percent profit on each item. Brand new, quality leather shoes ( ladies, men’s and teenagers), she purchased from a Spanish dealer at a fraction of UK prices. Clothes she acquired from various sources, all of which were brand names.
Our sex life remained very active. One evening, not long after she moved over, we were discussing sex. What our likes, dislikes were. I’d asked her, “ Have you ever had a vibrator?”.
“ No. I’ve always wanted to try one, but I’ve been too embarrassed to go into a sex shop and too worried about giving my credit card details over the internet”.
“ If you like, tomorrow, I’’ take you to a sex shop and you can choose one, would you like that?”
“ Yes, that’ll be interesting”.
The following afternoon she was fascinated with all the items in the sex shop. She browsed the different DVD’s, magazines, lingerie, costumes and toys. She ended up choosing a long, thick girthed, pink and ribbed multi speed vibrator. That evening she screamed the flat down with pleasure. That pink vibrator was to prove to be the catalyst in turning her into an ardent swinger.
It happened one weekend about a month later. We’d had a lovely day out followed by a delicious evening meal at a new Indian restaurant. After we’d sat and listened to two friends of ours play country and western music is ‘ Casa Ventura’ cabaret bar on San Luis.
Throughout the evening we’d been teasing each other with dirty comments of what we’d like to do to each other when we got back home.
As soon as we’d arrived back later in the evening, we’d rapidly undressed, ravishing each other on the bed. I’d licked her pussy until she was on the verge of an orgasm, stopping each time, teasing her and frustrating her. Whilst she sucked me, her legs were splayed well apart allowing me to tease her moist sex, even more, with the vibrator, humming and vibrating on low. Every now and again, I thrust it fully into her making her throat release a muffled moan.
She began pleading with me to fuck her, and that was when I used the situation to force her to tell me her deepest desires and fantasies.
Keeping her close to the brink of an orgasm I asked her in a low voice, “ Tell me, what are you thinking?”.
“ Oh, oh, I want a cock inside me”
“ Yes, but tell me what you really want, I bet its more than one cock isn’t it?”
“ Mmm, oh, yes, yes, I want a cock in my pussy, another in my mouth and one in each hand”, she gasped.
“ OK”, I replied, removing the vibrator and kneeling in between her legs, pushing them up high and thrusting deeply into her, Our combined momentum built to a rapid crescendo of ecstasy and pleasure. Almost simultaneously shuddering to a climax with Sharron screaming with
uninhibited delight and me grunting with satisfaction as I pumped my cum deeply into her moist, warm and inviting pussy.
“ You are a naughty girl, now I know what your fantasy is ?”
“ What’s yours then?”, she asked, closing her legs around my back.
“ To be in a sixty-nine position with you. You sucking me. Me licking your pussy. And a thick, hairy cock fucking you from behind. I’d be able to have a close up view of it sliding in and out of you”.
“ Oh God, fuck me again, quick, now, fuck me again, fast and very hard”.
I did as she asked. The action as well as the intimate thoughts soon brought us both to powerful orgasm’s. The sheet damp under her buttocks.
After our bodies had recovered I said, “ I’ll call Paul and Linda in the morning and we could go and see them. Paul’s got a big cock. You’ll like him”.
“ Ok” she replied with a sparkle in her eyes.
Over the weeks, I’d told her a little about Paul and Linda. Basically that they were swingers and sometimes I joined in a threesome with them. They’d been friends of mine for many years. What I’d omitted to tell Sharron was that Linda loves lady boys. What Linda would love me to do, was to dress up as a convincing tranny and lick her when she was naked and blindfolded. Paul would sit and watch me, egging me on, whilst he rubbed himself hard. Eventually, I’d fuck her with Paul calling out behind me, “ Fuck her hard Steve, fill her up with cum”.
And as soon as I’d cum, he’d pull me from her and fuck her himself, mumbling, “ Oh Christ, Steve, she’s so wet, I can hardly feel her. What have you done, she’s so wet”.
And soon after, they would both climax.
In the morning Sharron prompted me, “ Are you calling Paul and Linda this morning?”.
“ Yes I’ll call them now”.
Ring, ring, ring…….
“ Hello”.
“ Hi Paul, its Steve, how are you?”
“ Oh Steve, nice to hear from you, we’re fine. What have you been doing?”
“ I’ve met a nice woman called Sharron”.
“ Is she into swinging?”
“ She wants to try, when can we come up and see you and Linda?”
“ How about next Saturday. Come up mid afternoon. Stay the night. Does she definitely want to try swinging?”
“ Yes, I’ve told her all about your cock and she’s eager to see and feel it, for herself”.
I looked over to Sharron and she smiled back at me , with one eyebrow raised.
“ Hang on Steve, Linda wants a word”.
“ Hi Steve”.
“ Hi Linda, how are you?”
“ I’m fine darling. You’re lady friend sounds alright. We’re dying to meet her. I was going to call you anyway. I haven’t seen you for a while and I was hoping to see you soon”.
“ Well we’ll see you on Saturday”.
“ I look forward to it darling”.
“ Bye”.
“ Bye”.
“ There, that’s sorted”, I said to Sharron.
“ They sound nice people”.
“ They are, you’ll like them. They’ve got a fantastic villa close to Gata de Gorgos. It’s quite a drive from here. What we could do is leave here early on Saturday morning, go to Benidorm, have a look around the Poniente end of the town. Have lunch and arrive at Paul and Linda’s around four in the afternoon.
“ Will we stay the night?”
“ Yes”.
“ OK I’ll sort a few clothes out for us”.
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